BearK wrote:
You must come from the area I grew up in, Wisconsin. We would have mashed potato patties with the leftovers.
My mom usually used a little hatchet to chop the head off, but I've seen it wrung off as well. Then, we would just stand and watch while that poor chicken ran around flopping it's neck back and forth until it dropped.
Did your mom ever can chicken? Boy, that's good. She also canned pork, and beef. We had a basement with shelves to store canned goods.
No... Actually I am originally from way down south in the Everglades.....
Either a Yankee taught it to us, or we taught it to them before they headed back up nauth...
I have however had assignments which moved me through Madison (ugh) even eating at the "top of the park" was the pits. Also Black River Falls, for some hunting... Nice folks out there. Ran the Flam-beau river in a canoe and that was a hoot. All but the mosquitoes. I thought we had mosquitoes down in the glades, but these took the cake...